april, lilac-breathed settles like balm onto freshly broken skin
wounds left by happiness as she swallowed like a forgotten flower into the tongue of the night.
moonsets at bedsides voluptuous bodies of uninvited clouds locking skies within their lips.
fields of forgotten flowers.
my, the suffering we endure for the truths we tell and the lies we don't.
suffering is the light at the end of the tunnel of happiness? april=current phase of life=suffering=balm=soothing for wounds wounds? yes, wounds. wounds= happiness biting the night+night=another phase of life